Listening to the past
through waves of golden sound,
played out in rays of light
and knowing this is life.
Slip in to find a chord
of rhythm I have found
the path of love and truth
forever now unbound.
In harmony my thoughts
come forth to say hello
in whispered joy they rise
to greet a brand new day.
Rising from the depths,
we reach to touch the self set free
in the throes of a sudden joy,
we find belief in the unknown that lays beyond.
Beneath a gentle morning light
we wander step by step
keeping pace with times demands
we settle into the soothing flow.
Effortless is the moment
that we set aside our small demands
and allow the greatness to flow
into our hands in gratitude.
Lost in the atmosphere,
moon slips in and out of cosmic clouds
patterned after my thoughts
on this cold-hearted night.
Luna Moon sits gently waiting
and I know at dawn I will find here there still,
sailing high in the blue sky
like an eye on the mere mortals
that scurry below on grounded roads.
Where would we go if we could fly to touch
her stoic white porcelain face,
to float in her space
paying homage to the beauty found,
would we come crashing to the ground
when all was said and done,
as her fickle self kept moving
round and round,
would she speak to us once more
through the dreams we cherish,
curled in the warm cotton cocoon waiting,
would she spin us in her orbit
like small children again,
merrily we would roll along
beside her mighty form
and so very small we would be
dancing in her shadow
in and out of the light of the cloud
that shrouds her at times,
she always finds us though
waiting….always waiting for more,
another glimpse
and another space between slivers of days
that pass as fast as she
on cold November nights.
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Peace, Love and Patchouli 